User blog comment:Llamao/Kotir Reborn/@comment-3474228-20121125210707

Three vermin, a rat, a weasel, and a stoat, crawled out of the ditch, badly injured but still alive and possessing a lust for vengeance. The rat snapped an arrow from his thigh, leaving the point embedded within his flesh. The stoat and weasel nursed sword wounds and cuts as all three companions made their way through Mossflower and back to the abandoned Castle Kotir. Only one stone remained to be put in place. Once this was done, the rat picked up a sword and dug it into his thigh, popping the arrow point out, stifling a scream through gritted teeth. "Your life's work is complete, Lord Greeneyes. Now your legacy will be carried on..."

The war will never end.